#Kevin Caliber

[moviesandmania]

CRAVING (2023) Reviews of monster movie and trailer

Craving is a 2023 American horror film about a group of drug addicts besieged by a group of mysterious figures inside a rural bar. As withdrawal starts to set in, a secret one of them is carrying threatens to destroy them all. Directed by J. Horton (VHS Violence; The Campus; The Other Side; Monsters in the Woods; Rise of the Undead) from a screenplay co-written with Gregory Blair. The movie stars…

[the-inner-musings-of-a-worm]

aftg au where neil never played exy at milport and instead became a translator for sports events. a couple years later andrew's at the olympics with kevin and they're playing against germany for the finals. the olympic officials dont know andrew speaks german and mistakenly assign neil to them. cue shenanigans as andrew slowly falls in love with the hot guy who keeps purposefully mistranslating andrews comments to others. kevin tries to use neil as a spy and gather information on the other teams and neil gives him wrong info for shits and giggles as andrew looks on with heart eyes

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Fluent Freshman - Part 29

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“Neil, why do you have Smith’s phone?” Andrew asks as the two of them are setting out plates for lunch. Neil startled and looked down at the phone that he had just sat at the table and furrowed his brow.

“What do you mean? This is mine?” Neil asks. He knows his phone even if he’s not really the best with them.

The one that Andrew had given him his Freshman year had died after it got run over by the Maserati when Neil left it on the roof of the car by accident. The second one Andrew had gotten him had been destroyed in rather spectacular fashion earlier in the year when he’d had a bit of a freak out on January 19th. The team knew better than to text him on that particular day now but Andrew had said that he’d take custody of his phone this year. Wymack had stepped in with a phone that same day before Andrew could buy him a new one and that phone had been launched at the Baseball captain that summer.

All this to say, Neil is now looking at the phone in concern because it is highly likely he swapped his with FF’s.

“No it’s not.” Andrew sighs and points to a corner, “You cracked yours up here.” He opens the phone and then the contacts and sure enough Neil doesn’t see his own contacts but the ones that Nicky had programmed into FF’s the day before.

“Oh, I guess I switched them at the hospital.” He says with an embarrassed blush. Maybe he should get a little accessory to differentiate his phone from the other ones that Wymack has gotten.

There’s a slight commotion in the kitchen, “Kevin, stop trying to add vanilla protein powder to Smithy’s soup!” Nicky shouts.

“He needs protein to heal properly! That nutritionist might just feed him a loaf of bread since he is using an outdated model!” Kevin argues back.

“Kevin the doctor said clear soup also do you want to make Smiths sick? Vanilla protein powder and chicken broth?” Aaron asks disgust evident.

“I’d use unflavored but this is all that’s in the house and I am not going shopping until this weekend is over.” Kevin argues back.

“Smiths went out shopping on Black Friday and came back unscathed. He even went out into the worst of it just to get some groceries for baking and breakfast.” Aaron says with a huff.

“He still got stabbed!” Kevin returns.

“Kevin, he was definitely not grocery shopping when he got stabbed.” Nicky shoots back.

“He needs-“

“Przywiążę cię do krzesła.” Neil hears Smith’s Grandma cut Kevin off. Her tone is so sweet just like it has been the last couple times she has interrupted an argument between them all. She really has warmed up to them since Andrew confessed.

Nicky lets out a loud bark of laughter.

“Are you okay?” Aaron asks.

“Yeah, cutting onions make me laugh.” Nicky returns quickly.

Kevin walks out of the Kitchen with the same gooey expression he’s gotten every time Smith’s Grandma has said something sweet to him but considering how often and how hard Nicky laughs at what she says he wonders if she’s just sassing him in a sweet tone.

He really needs to pick up a phrase book.

He might like her even more if his theory is correct.

“It shouldn’t be a big problem.” Neil says but he is a bit more careful as he moves FF’s phone away from where it could get damaged. “Smith is definitely asleep. He looked really tired.” Neil says and it twists his own stomach to think about how FF looked in his hospital bed. FF wouldn’t take anything more than the bare minimum when it came to pain medication.

Each “I’m fine.” He gave had him coming to a deeper and deeper understanding of how frustrating it is to have someone who is CLEARLY not fine say they are.

“I’m more concerned about who might text you.” Andrew says.

Neil shrugs, “Ichirou is more the type to just show up.” Because it’s true. Every time he’s met Ichirou there had been very little warning.

Andrew frowns but then Nicky is coming out with lunch. It was nothing fancy but a home cooked meal always made Neil feel warm. Smith’s grandma had just been using what was in their pantry so far but the two other meals (and her pie) had been amazing.

“Lunch is ready. We’ll head back to the hospital afterwards to see when Smithy can get discharged.” Nicky says putting a large bowl of pasta in the center of the table. Aaron came out a moment later with the Parmesan shaker and the protein powder bottle.

“Here you go Kevin, add as much as you want to your own meal.” Aaron says in a sweet tone just like Smith’s Grandma.

“Eat shit Aaron.” Kevin scowls now knocked out of his gooey expression as fills his plate with pasta and reaches for the Parmesan.

Neil can’t help but let out a puff of laughter at the interaction and lets the worry of being away from his phone slide away. FF was sleeping, he was safe, and Ichirou had not expressed any interest in talking to him.

“Pass that to me when you’re done.” Neil asks pointing at the Parmesan as he fills his and Andrew’s plates.

***

There had been a plan.

Nathaniel Wesninski was supposed to be at this hospital at least according to his cell phone location. His future investment was not the best at keeping that device on him though so he was willing to wait when there were no signs of the Wesninski. There would, of course, be a cost for his patience. He had his men go seek out the uninvolved civilian. If Wesninski came back and found his friend threatened due to his lackadaisical nature with his phone perhaps he’d remember to keep it on him.

Except now that very uninvolved civilian is sitting in front of him. The ’Smith’ that Wesninski had spoken of.

He sees Wesninski’s phone sat on the table and his eyes go back to the young man in front of him. He wonders if this was some ploy by Wesninski, some statement. This young man in front of him took out one of the Butcher’s top men on his own.

He’d confirmed it when he’d gone to see Jackson earlier that day. He went to remind them what would happen if they tried to turn over anything to the Federal agents and to see how two of his biggest headaches had been taken out so suddenly.

Jackson talked about how Wesninski’s friend hadn’t seemed surprised to find him in the alley, had seemed like he had been expecting it and how swiftly he had been taken out. Wesninski’s guard dog had gone out afterwards and they’d lead Romero into a trap that resulted in his arrest and this civilian swearing up and down that Romero was the one that stabbed him even though Romero asserts that he never had a firm grip on the knife.

A great way to ensure he was held by the police while they were fully investigated. They wouldn’t have much time to investigate either of the Butcher’s remnants. Ichirou was only offering the choice between something painful or something easy.

The young man in front of him offered nothing, waiting for Ichirou to begin the talks. His expression clearly showing that he’d happily wait Ichirou out as if he was long used to tense silences. There is no doubt that this man in front of him knows exactly who he is but he still has the audacity to wait him out.

“Where is Wesninski?” He tightens his fist at having to ask first.

“That’s not Captain Neil’s last name anymore.” FF returns with the first hint of expression on his face being a frown.

The first piece of information given. So, loyal to Nathaniel and not to the Wesninski line. Loyal to Captain Neil.

“Captain Neil is getting lunch.” He answers, “I’m the only one here for you to talk to right now.” He adds after a moment putting his hands on the table.

Ichirou can understand what isn’t being said.

“Does, Josten, realize you’re here?” He asks taking care to use Wesninski’s new last name knowing he wouldn’t get his answers otherwise. He has a hard time imagining the man who was so loyal to his friends purposefully leaving this one to act as defense for him.

Wesninski had been very clear during his brief phone conversation with him, “Smith was just caught up in all of this. He’s not a threat to you Lord Moriyama.” He had said voice steady and without a hint of a lie.

“In the hospital? Of course.” He returns, “Down here talking to you? He’ll probably be upset.” he says after a moment.

“And yet, you’re here.” He says mirroring the man’s own relaxed posture.

Loyal but willing to do something that might displease the one he is loyal to if it would keep them safe. Ichirou stops himself from looking to his left where his most loyal man stood. Connor had stepped in front of threats he hadn’t seen coming plenty of times, had questioned him even when Ichirou had threatened to cut out his tongue for it, and had always had the courage to look Ichirou in the eye when he explained himself no matter how injured he was or how irate Ichirou was.

It’s something rare and it seems like it is something Wesninski has found unknowingly.

“Yes, I’m here to talk about Friday night.” He says, “I assume you’ve already spoken with Romero and Jackson.” He says moving the conversation away from Wesninski. Bringing Ichirou’s attention and possible ire to himself.

A truly rare find in his world.

“Yes, let’s talk about Friday night.” He agrees.

***

What was it about the Smith family and making great food?

It was just a simple combination of canned tomatoes, butter, pasta, onions, cheese, spices and garlic but it had Neil going for a third serving. Smith’s Grandma had really made enough to feed an army and when he’d commented Nicky had just reached over and tried to pinch his cheek fat only for his fingers to find little to grab onto, “You’re too thin! Eat more!” He exclaimed before repeating it to Smith’s Grandma in Polish who nodded earnestly.

Wymack was at the table after he took a shower. Kevin was still trying to convince Aaron of all people that he should be allowed to put protein powder into the clear soup that was simmering on the stove top for FF. The dietary restrictions someone faced while they were healing from stomach surgery was no joke.

The other Dealer had dropped despite Wymack and Neil’s best attempts to get Lisa to stay. Seemed determined to head back to her small town and rejoin the family cult she had escaped from. He’d been worried about her going home but she had insisted she’d be back.

It was unfortunate but it was also Lisa’s choice.

His stomach twists wondering if FF is going to go back to Washington with his Grandma when he gets released. There had barely been a whisper of danger from Neil’s past since Ichirou had put that bullet in Riko’s head and now one of his few friends that had been entirely uninvolved in that nightmare was in the hospital because of him.

Andrew elbows him.

Neil turns to look and Andrew is carefully putting a penne pasta on each prong of his fork, “I can hear you worrying.” He says in Russian.

“What if Smith leaves?” He responds back in the same language.

“He has the right to.” Andrew shrugs and shoves the pasta into his mouth.

“I don’t want him to.” Neil admits, FF is a friend. A good friend.

“He still can leave even if you don’t want him to.” Andrew says as he proceeds to once again put a penne pasta on each of his fork’s prongs. “I don’t think he will though.” He adds before shoving his fork into his mouth again.

Neil blinks, “Why?” He asks.

FF isn’t like how Neil was his Freshman year, he’s steady and sure but Neil wouldn’t blame the Freshman if ‘possibly being killed off by remnants of my Captain’s crime family’ is a step too far for FF. Wouldn’t blame FF if he runs.

“He still calls you Captain Neil.” He says reaching over and squeezing Neil’s knee with his hand.

Neil blinks.

He thinks.

FF laid out on the concrete as Andrew worked to stem the blood from his stab wound, “It’s a weird sex alley Captain Neil! I don’t know WHAT to tell you!” He exclaims ready to make a joke even as he’s bleeding because of a situation Neil’s existence put him in.

FF still floating from the initial large amount of pain medication he was on pulling on Neil’s sleeve, “I’m glad you’re okay Captain Neil.” Before falling back into his drugged sleep.

FF’s eyes softening as Neil offered to get a nurse to give him more pain medication, “Really Captain Neil, I’m fine.” He says.

He lays his own hand over Andrew’s.

“I guess he does.” He offers a small tentative smile.

“Eat your pasta Junkie.” Andrew says in English now.

“You’re too thin!” Nicky reminds him and Smith’s Grandma must have picked up on the terminology since she nods earnestly in agreement as the two of them were packing up leftovers and the soup Smith’s Grandma had made for him so they could head back to the hospital to keep FF company.

***

“Why did you go out into the alley?” Ichirou asks.

“Isn’t it better that I was in the alley?” The man across from him asks with a raised brow, as if Ichirou was asking a strange question. “If I had stayed in the club, who knows what would have happened or how many people would have been hurt.” He explains without Ichirou needing to lower himself to asking.

There’s truth to that.

It’s been on the news that the remaining Wesninski inner-circle had been captured but since there’d only been one injury it had been largely overshadowed by news regarding the mass injury incidents surrounding Black Friday. If Romero had started had gotten the general public involved this would be much harder for him to silence the ones involved.

Still…

“This has caused me quite a bit of trouble. It does not look good that I am not the one who found them.” He says because there’d been talks from some of the old men he had yet to rid himself of from his Father’s time. They had wanted the remaining Wesninski men to be brought back into the fold but there was little chance of that happening now. Ichirou planned on disposing them after showing that they were worthless and using it as an excuse to start removing some of the dead weight from his father’s time.

Ichirou was not a man who tolerated incompetence.

“Isn’t it better that they were taken into custody like this?” The man across from him asks, “They were some of the Butcher’s best from what Captain Neil has told me. The fact that it only resulted in me going to the hospital and they were taken out by Andrew and I is one of the better outcomes.” He says.

Ichirou pauses and considers it.

The two men that those relics had wanted for their ‘competence’ and ‘ability’ had been taken out in a way that showcased what Ichirou had thought of them. They were sloppy, they were over-confident, and worst of all they were incompetent.

“Before I forget.” Smith says and his hand goes to the bulge in his jacket pocket.

Ichirou can feel Conner tense behind him and he wonders where this had gone wrong or how the conversation had broken down but he doesn’t have long to wonder about it as Smith pulled something out that was unmistakable as a toy with it’s bright yellow coloring. Smith sets it on the table between them and Ichirou cannot help the confusion that must show on his face despite his many years of training to keep his face blank.

“What is that?” Conner asks sounding utterly bewildered behind him.

“I used this to temporarily blind Jackson during our fight. I figure it would be useful evidence for you.” Smith says.

He hears a bark of laughter to his right as Michael reaches for the toy.

Useful evidence indeed.

It would be easy to show this as a sign that those relics could hardly be trusted to have an opinion in how he ran his empire. Those men they so prized taken out by a children’s toy.

This has gone to his benefit.

“So it would seem.” He finally says, “I will make sure to reward your assistance.” He says wanting a stronger hold over the man in front of him, a tie of some sort to the Moriyama family.

Smith shakes his head in the negative. “I didn’t do anything noteworthy. Whatever it is should go to Captain Neil.” He argues.

Rare find indeed.

“It will be done.” He says and figures with the additional cash flow eliminating the search for the Wesninski men, the removal of his father’s hanger-ons, and the blood he can squeeze from the family Romero and Jackson had intended to go to ( a supposedly allied family) he could more than afford to drop what his three Exy investments owed him as a percent.

His eyes shift over to Smith across from him and finds that he was even more willing to lower those percentages if he could not only drop the dead weight of his father’s empire but perhaps gain someone useful. “Still, I like to reward those who have directly benefitted me. We will take care of any and all hospital fees related to this incident.” He looks to his right and Michael nods.

Smith’s face doesn’t give much away, his pokerface was quite exceptional.

“Thank you." He accepts and says nothing else so Ichirou decides to make his offer.

“I have heard that you are studying languages.” He says.

“I am.” Smith says.

“Which ones do you know?” He asks.

Smith blinks, surprised by the question, “Fluently? French, German, Spanish, Polish, Dutch, Italian, R-“ he pauses and shakes his head, “Recently, I’ve been studying Japanese, Chinese, and some Korean.” He says strangely stumbling over a word for the first time this entire conversation.

A useful skill.

“If you ever find yourself looking for work,” Ichirou snaps his fingers and Conner had a card in his hand in an instant, consider reaching out.” He says before he offers it with both hands and is pleased when Smith accepts it with a slight bow before taking it with both hands. “I see you are also studying the etiquette.” He adds.

Smith looks up from the business card and he looks paler but Ichirou chalks it up to the fact that bowing slightly with his current stomach status likely hurt far more than he had let on. “If you don’t know the etiquette you only know half of the language.” He says and Ichirou quite likes the sentiment.

“Tell Josten that I no longer need to speak with him. Our conversation was satisfactory.” Ichirou says as he rises to his feet.

“I will do that…Lord Moriyama.” Smith says bowing his head politely.

***

The sight of Ichirou Moriyama was always going to be one that made Neil nervous.

The only good thing about seeing him right now was that Kevin had gone with Coach and Aaron in a separate car so that the two of them could continue their argument about protein powder in FF’s soup and Andrew had snagged a spot up front while Coach would have to park farther back.

“Lord Moriyama, I did not expect to see you here.” He greets head down and he almost goes to his knees if it wouldn’t have attracted the sort of attention that Ichirou hated from the public. He just hopes that Andrew isn’t scowling and that Nicky and Smith’s Grandma can keep quiet.

“Perhaps if you kept your phone with you then my appearance would not be such a surprise.” Ichirou comments idly, “Though I suppose I did have a very beneficial conversation with Smith. Quite a bright young man you have as a friend.” He compliments and Neil’s head shoots up in surprise at it.

Ichirou had spoken with FF.

FF who was fading in and out of consciousness.

“I have faith that he will not reveal anything.” Ichirou adds and Neil clenches his fist and wants desperately to ask what happened. Wants to know what state he’s going to find his friend in. “I have not done anything to harm him, you are lucky to have a…friend like that.” Ichirou says as if physical damage was the only thing that Ichirou Moriyama was capable of.

“Yes Lord Moriyama, he is a very talented and skilled defenseman.” He says hoping that if nothing else Ichirou’s desire for Neil and Kevin’s future profitability would have him reconsider doing anything in the future to FF to ensure they would have good showings for the professional teams.

“Yes, he was quite talented in your defense.” Ichirou nods, “I will reach out with details of our new deal once some affairs have settled. Take care of your friend, Josten.” Ichirou says before continuing out of the hospital.

New Deal?

Neil banished the thought from his head. They needed to get up to FF’s room and he needed to make sure his friend was okay and find out what exactly had happened.

Andrew’s hand came to the back of his neck and squeezed, “Calm down.” Andrew ordered voice soothingly blank even if Neil could feel the way his grip stuttered. “Let’s go.”

***

The Nurses were saying something about ‘aggravating stitches’ and ‘lucky nothing tore’ but it was all white noise to FF as he continues to think about the business card burning a hole in his pocket.

Ichirou Moriyama.

He’d just had an entire conversation with Ichirou Moriyama.

His stomach was already hurting from his ill advised walk but the moment he’d seen that name on the business card he had accepted his insides had been pure acid. He missed his Pepto Bismol more than anything right now, what he would give for just a single hit of the sweet pink relief.

He couldn’t figure out what was worse.

The fact that he had given over EVIDENCE to the head of a Yakuza group (was it a yakuza group or was it a mafia group?).

The fact that he’d been right in his thoughts from the abyss that the man in the cafeteria looked like a Yakuza member (was it a Yakuza or Mafia?).

The fact that he’d just seen a Japanese guy and thought ‘Oh, must be the Japanese FBI guy I’m supposed to talk to’ which means he’d still been kind of racist.

The fact that he just realized that he had Captain Neil’s phone and not his own meaning that Ichirou had been telling Captain Neil to come to the cafeteria and FF just showed up like a dipshit trying to pitch their lie about the alley.

Finally there was the fact that Ichirou Moriyama had apparently been impressed enough to offer him a spot within his Yakuza group (Yakuza or Mafia?)

Would it be weird to ask during the interview process? Is there an interview process to join organized crime? Do they have benefits? Wait a crime family is paying for his hospital stay right now. This is too much.

He considers asking the nurse to yes please crank up the pain killers and just let him slip into a nice not embarrassing coma but then Captain Neil and Andrew were rushing into his room. “Smith!” Captain Neil exclaims.

Well, too late to ask for that coma.

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Polish in this chapter:

Przywiążę cię do krzesła = I will tie you to a chair

[acinematicworld]

The Rocky Horror Picture Show: The Comic Book

[stupittmoran]

In 1992 a man that had no record of violence whatsoever was approached and entrapped by the feds illegally.

After he was sent the wrong court date and failed to show up, his innocent son, dog, and wife (while holding their infant daughter) were all slaughtered because of it.

Randy Weaver and his family lived in an isolated cabin in the mountains of Ruby Ridge, Idaho.

An undercover federal agent targeted him and entrapped him into selling him a sawed-off shotgun.

The agent ingratiated himself to Weaver for weeks. He kept asking Weaver if he would sell him a shotgun. Weaver initially hesitated but finally agreed. Then, the agent asked him if he could saw it off first since he didn't have the tools. Though he warned FBI guy it was illegal to do so, he was nice enough to do it anyway. The agent then also had him drive out of the way across State lines to add charges.

After Weaver was sent the wrong court date and (understandably) failed to show up, the feds used this as permission to do anything and everything they could to take him down.

Marshals called in military aerial reconnaissance and had photos studied by the Defense Mapping Agency. They prowled the woods around Weaver’s cabin with night-vision equipment. They had psychological profiles performed and installed $130,000 worth of long-range solar-powered spy cameras. They intercepted the Weavers’ mail. They even knew the menstrual cycle of Weaver’s teenage daughter, and planned an arrest scenario around it.

On August 21, Marshals outfitted in full camouflage and carrying machine guns trespassed onto the Weavers’ property. Three marshals circled close to the Weaver cabin and threw rocks to provoke the Weavers’ dogs. As Weaver’s 14-year old son, Sammy, and Kevin Harris, a family friend, ran towards the barking, a marshal shot and killed his dog. Sammy Weaver fired in the direction those shots came from. As he was leaving the scene, a marshal shot him in the back and killed him. Harris responded by fatally shooting a federal marshal who had fired seven shots at them.

Snipers from the FBI Hostage Rescue Team were sent in the next day and ordered to shoot to kill any adult male outside the Weaver cabin. Randy Weaver was shot in the back after he stepped out of his cabin. As he struggled to return back inside, they shot and killed Vicki Weaver (his wife), who was standing in the cabin door holding their 10-month old baby.

From the testimony of Randy Weaver: "On August 22, 1992, completely without warning of any kind, an FBI sniper shot and killed my wife, Vicki. He was using a .308 caliber sniper rifle with a specially weighted barrel and a 10-power scope. He was using match grade ammunition. He had years of training to kill. I heard him testify at the trial that he wanted to kill. He shot my wife in the head and killed her. She was not wanted for any crime. There were no warrants for her arrest. At the time she was gunned down, she was helpless. She was standing in the doorway of her home. She was holding the door open for me and Sara and for Kevin Harris. She was holding Elishe a our 10-month-old baby girl, in her arms. As the bullet crashed through her head, she slumped to her knees, holding Elisheba tightly so she would not drop her. We took the baby from her as she lay dead and bleeding on our kitchen floor."

Weaver and Harris, who never fired any shots at FBI agents, surrendered after an 11-day siege.

Thankfully after all of this was said and done, the FBI conducted an "internal investigation" and guess what? They did nothing wrong. SHOCKER.

Randy Weaver and his daughters filed a wrongful death suit for $200 million which was related to the killing of his wife and son. In an out-of-court settlement in August 1995, the federal government awarded Randy Weaver $100,000 and it also awarded $1 million to each of his three daughters.

The government did not admit that it had committed any wrongdoing in relation to the deaths of Sammy and Vicki.

The moral of the story is, if the government wants to kill you, they'll find a way to do it. They are not your friend. They do not have your best interests at heart.

If you are an enemy of the state, if they don't like you, the Constitution seemingly doesn't apply.

These federal agencies (FBI, CIA, ATF, USMS, etc.) Do whatever they want, stay in power indefinitely, and have effectively unlimited funds. Not only should they be defunded, they should be abolished entirely. They do nothing but make us less safe and are wholly incompatible with a free society.

The fact that people want to give the government more power, more control, and take away our means of defense (gun control) is absolutely beyond me. If they could pull this off in the 90's they can do it now. I assure you.

Never give up your guns. Your government will kill you.

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[actorsinunderwear]

Kevin Caliber in Death House (2018)

[simonsrosebud]

could we get more mer au

kevin as a mermaid is something i never knew i needed

With determination to appeal to the mermaids' good side, Jeremy had scoured all of his old textbooks and notes from veterinary school for any and all information he could find on mermaids- which wasn’t much. Or at least, there wasn’t much beyond educated guesses. He had an idea of what food it might like based off of where it had been found, some enrichment ideas that could work, and a plan to make it clear that he was non threatening.

Of course, that was mostly tossed to the side the second he walked into the mermaids enclosure to find the mermaid lying on the deck with a catch pole tightened around the bottom of its tail and Riko Moriyama on the other end of it.

Jeremy’s heart skipped a beat and he ran forward. He’d been put on as the mermaid’s primary caretaker for a reason. If anything happened to it only a week in he’d be done for.

“What are you doing?!” he shouted and jammed his shoulder into Riko’s side. He knocked him off balance, releasing the pole from his grasp..

Riko had the clearance to the facility because he was the owner’s ward, but he technically didn’t have a job there. He was still in school, and as Jeremy nearly pushed him close enough to slip into the tank Jeremy was just lucky that Tetsuji had more respect for him than his nephew.

He was also lucky that he was a foot taller than Riko, because it made it easier to get him out of the way. “This isn’t a toy! It’s a living-” he grunted against Riko, “animal! Get out!” Jeremy caught his hands behind his back and forcefully marched him out of the enclosure room, locking the door from the inside so that his key was rendered useless.

When he turned back towards the mermaid it was thrashing on the diving platform and clawing to get its hands on the edge to pull itself back into the water. Jeremy only grabbed the catch pole for a split second before it slipped out of his hands. “Wait!”

Not to his surprise, the mermaid ignored his plea and toppled back into the water.

Jeremy dropped to his knees, scanning the surface of the water as if to spot the fish in distress. He wouldn’t be any help to an animal of that caliber- of that size. Not without it cooperating right back.

But if his bosses saw this, he honestly feared for his job. He’d march right into the security office and pawn off the footage of Riko without a second thought.

He waited ten minutes, then a few more. And right as he started to stand he saw a blip in the water. He leaned forward, perking up. The mermaid's head popped up out of the water, dropped down again, then reappeared right in front of Jeremy’s face.

Jeremt instinctively fell back on his butt and scooted backwards out of its way.

Five feet away, staring at him with blank eyes, the mermaid cocked his head and met Jeremy’s wide eyes, and after long enough floated back to flick its tail as close as it could to Jeremy. Jeremy thought someone could hear him swallow with how dry his throat was. The sounds of the pool lapping around them echoed.

The catch pole was still attached, and it looked painful.

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[1winged-spiderzz]

⋆˙⟡♡Angel Dust NPT (+ identities)♡⟡˙⋆

°˖➴ Self Indulgent

°˖➴ Themes of Angels, Spiders, Guns, Drugs, Lovecore, and Sexuality/Hypersexuality. More masc/neu in namesake

ᝰ.ᐟ Names:

All the names come from different origins, please do your own research first

AK, Abaddon, Adam, Adonis, Alex, Alexander, Amadeus, Amado, Ammo, Anansi, Ange, Angel, Angelo, Ant, Anthony, Aya, Aziz, Bren, Bruce, Cael, Caliber, Cancor, Candy, Caradoc, Cass, Castiel, Cat, Charlie, Chris, Christofer, Cody, Colt, Conor, Corwin, David, Davon, Didier, Dimitri, Dragon, Drake, Emanuel, Engel, Erasmus, Eros, Evan, Evangelical, Evangelos, Flower, Gabriel, Gagamba, Gohma, Gossamer, Habib, Hachi, Hariel, Henry, Howitzer, Hunter, Javan, Jay, Jelly, Kafziel, Kat, Kemuel, Kevin, Kongulo, Kumo, Lennon, Lev, Lex, Love, Lover, Luv, Magnum, Malach, Max, Merimange, Michael, Michelangelo, Mike, Missulena, Mogg, Mortar, Ocho, Oliver, Orifiel, Otto, Pearl, Pin, Raguel, Ramiel, Raph, Raphael, Raziel, Ricochet, Rocha, Rogan, Sam, Samuel, Sicarius, Sig, Spider, Sten, Sun, Sunny, Taranto, Thompson, Tom, Tommy, Trey, Upendo, Uriel, Uzi, Valentine, Vallo, Vel, Velvet, Widow, Winchester, Wolf, Xa, Xander, Yael, Zadkiel, Zerachiel

ᝰ.ᐟ Pronouns:

Order is like he/him/his

a/arro/arrogas

ange/angel/angels

angel/angel/angels

arro/arrogant/arrogants

bite/bite/bites

bug/bug/bugs

bull/bullet/bullets

bullet/bullet/bullets

de/dem/demos

dr/drug/drugs

drug/drug/drugs

eight/eight/eights

ge/gem/gems

gem/gem/gems

gun/gun/guns

h*/h*m/h*s

he/heart/hearts

heart/heart/hearts

hi/high/highs

high/high/highs.

hx/hxm/hxs

hy/hym/hys

love/love/loves

lu/lust/lusts

lust/lust/lusts

luv/luv/luvs

poi/poison/poisons

poison/poison/poisons

pri/pride/prides

pride/pride/prides

ro/rose/roses

rose/rose/roses

ser/sera/seras

shoot/shoot/shoots

spi/spider/spiders

spider/spider/spiders

thou/thee/thy

tom/gun/tommyguns

✂️/✂️/✂️s

❤️‍🩹/❤️‍🩹/❤️‍🩹s

🃏/🃏/🃏s

🌹/🌹/🌹s

🍁/🍁/🍁s

🍃/🍃/🍃s

🍆/🍆/🍆s

🍈/🍈/🍈s

🍑/🍑/🍑s

🍒/🍒/🍒s

🍷/🍷/🍷s

🎬/🎬/🎬s

💊/💊/💊s

💋/💋/💋s

💌/💌/💌s

💐/💐/💐s

💝/💝/💝s

💨/💨/💨s

💵/💵/💵s

📹/📹/📹s

🔞/🔞/🔞s

🕊️/🕊️/🕊️s

🕷️/🕷️/🕷️s

🕸️/🕸️/🕸️s

🚬/🚬/🚬s

🥀/🥀/🥀s

🩷/🩷/🩷s

🪢/🪢/🪢s

🪽/🪽/🪽s

ᝰ.ᐟ Titles:

A Thousand Kisses, Angel as High as The Sky, Angel of Sex and Drugs, Fallen Spider, One Winged Spider, Sinful Angel, Spider of Sinful Thoughts, The Angel to Be, The Gun-slinger, The Lust-filled Spider, The One to be Redeemed, The One who Shot Through Your Heart, The One with Hidden Guns, The Pink Spider, Trigger Happy Angel/Spider, [PRN] Who Gives [PRN]self to Pleasure, [PRN] Whose Love is Clouded by Lust, [PRN] of Many Limbs

ᝰ.ᐟ Genders:

Each first letter links to the og post

Addictgender, Angeldustcharic, Angelhigh, Deangelgender, Bleedheartic, Consciloveic, Dualweilgunic, Fallenlovic, Genderhigh, Gunbelsic, Gunmasc, Haurancute, Heartchocoboxic, Hypersexdemon, Hypersexgender, Hypersexspiderdemon, Hypersexulenel, Hypersexulidemon, IRDUtagged, Ingeluse, Invispiheart, Lexespideric/Spiderlexic, Loserbabysongic, Lovecorefreakbitch, Lovecoriboy/Lovecoridian, Lovecorimasc, Nightmaritrippic, Paradoxicangelic, Pinkshadowic, Poisonsongic, Rospixelvalentinic, Seroanus, Spiderinjection, Spiderthing, Spiwebtanglen, Succuangeliyn, Sweetheartgoric

ᝰ.ᐟ Labels:

Each first letter links to the og post

AFeMAB, ASpiAB, Alderarachne, Alderarachnid, Alderlovecorian, Angelsuccuallion, Angelsuccuvior, Ariaperspesque, Fallevior, Gunxper, Hypersexuvesi, Lovecoreaestelic, Loveperspesque, Lovevildernic, Lustintent, Sexvesil, Spidervesil

This was my first ever ID pack thing, it was surprisingly fun

[ericsprincess]

baby we don’t need words

nc-17, Kevin Moon/reader, first date, cunnilingus, a tiny bit of dubcon

~~~

Your date talks way too much. 

~~~

A/N: My love and hate letter to Kevin. 

~~~

Shut up. Shut uuuuup. Shut the fuck uuuuuuuuup.

You take a sip from your glass of red wine and inconspicuously check your watch. Sigh. You are only 24 minutes into this date and you already want to bail. You’re this close to dramatically stabbing yourself with a fork, anything that would get you out of this situation. 

It’s not even a bad date per se. Technically, it’s probably the most “perfect” date you’ve ever been on. This guy - Kevin, as he introduced himself, when he asked for your number as you were waiting in the line at Starbucks - obviously put a lot of thought and effort into it. The restaurant is extra nice and fancy, but not an obvious dating spot. The table is perfectly placed with a view on the city. The candles are glimmering, making a beautiful atmosphere, together with the quiet music. Even the food he recommended to you is amazing, the wine he chose is even better. 

And Kevin himself looks stunning, in perfectly fitting black slacks and navy blue shirt, just tight enough to show off his body - tall, lean with the right amount of muscle and nice frame. His hair is done prettily, he smells expensive. Genuinely a stunning piece of man, that would make you straight up salivate, usually. Especially since he looks so sympathetic, he’s friendly and smiling and not at all threatening, like some men use to be when they hit on a woman. 

What’s worse, he made such a good first impression that you invested a lot of effort too. Getting asked out by a guy this hot is not a daily occurrence, not even for you. Your hair and nails are freshly done, your dress is new. Your underwear is matching. 

And it’s all for nothing, you think bitterly. 

Everything is perfect, save for the one fatal flaw - this guy just doesn’t shut up. And not only that. Whatever comes out of his mouth is cringe of the worst caliber and you’re about to break out in hives from it. 

He watches the cringiest shows and finds them funny.

He loves internet memes, but his taste is one of a 10 years old. You force out a laugh when he shows you some. Jesus Christ.

He loves music and plays instruments, but his obsessions with some singer is borderline unhealthy. No, you don’t want to go to the concert with him. 

He looooooves his job, but haaaaaaates his company. “But we are all just slaves of capitalism, aren’t we?”

His political views. Who even discusses politics on a first date? Time and place, dude. 

You try to participate in the conversation to your best abilities, but often you don’t even know how to react. You don’t want to be rude, so you try to find any interest and reply honestly and thoughtfully, despite it wearing your patience down, and it seems it’s working, judging by the bright smile he’s giving you. 

He obviously likes you more and more every minute. 

The worst is that despite all of it, you can clearly tell he’s a harmless, genuinely nice guy with a heart of gold. Someone who is a whole person, with interests, hobbies and opinions. Someone who loves his friends and family and has values he stands by. 

That all makes you feel even more shitty about the whole situation. You don’t want to hurt his feelings,

Plus, he’s really fucking hot. 

You look up at his face from your glass of wine and force a smile. You hope it doesn’t look too fake. Kevin leans forward and takes your hand in his. It’s dry and warm, and it feels really good. 

“What are you thinking about? You seem like you got lost in your thoughts for a minute,” he asks. He rubs your hand a little, and tilts his head in anticipation for your answer. Because, of course, he genuinely gives a fuck about what made you space out. 

He looks really beautiful in the candlelight. 

You down the rest of your wine and put the glass on the table. You decide in a split second. Ah, fuck it. 

“Yeah, I think I just felt something snap in my dress. Like, a zipper or something. I have to go to the bathroom to check it, will you go with me in case I need help? I’m not sure I can reach it,” you smile at him apologetically. 

“Sure, of course, no problem,” he agrees and gets up to follow you to the bathroom.

You open the door to the ladies room and check if it’s empty so that he can come there without hassle, then gesture to him to come inside. You find for you two an empty stall, push him in and lock the door. 

“Where exactly did you feel the zipper snap? Like, in the back? I can check it for you..” he rambles and you can’t take it anymore. You grab him by the shoulders and slam him against the stall wall. 

“There is nothing wrong with my zipper, and you better listen now. I’m at my fucking limit,” you lower your voice.  

“I had to listen to your stupid bullshit for half an hour already, which is 30 minutes too long,” you growl at him. “Do you ever stop and think about what’s coming out of your mouth? Like, think for a second and wonder, Maybe I should not say that?”

He opens his mouth to protest, but you immediately slap your hand over him to stop him. 

“No, no, no. No more talking from you, now you’re gonna listen, get it?” you ask. 

He nods, looking almost nervous, and swallows visibly. His eyes are almost bulging out. He’s definitely surprised and caught off-guard by the change of your demeanor. 

“Now, we are going to make a little deal and I will give you a choice. Either we end this date already and go home. Separately. And we will never speak again. Or, I can give you a second chance, but first you will reflect on whether every dumb thought you have needs to be said out loud and act accordingly,” you lay it down in front of him. You take your hand off his mouth, awaiting his answer. 

“The- the second, please,” he stutters out. He’s all red and embarrassed. 

However, what you can’t see, but definitely can feel, is a boner tenting his slacks. 

“Okay, but just know I’m giving you another chance only because you’re really cute and seem like a nice person,” you frown. “One more thing though. You have to apologize to me for wasting my time with your dumb rambles today.” 

“H-how?” 

“Very simple,” you grab the front of his shirt roughly and flip you both, so that you’re the one leaning on the wall. 

“On your knees,” you command and push on his shoulder, so that he kneels in front of you. 

And he does. He slowly, hesitantly falls on his knees on the ground, looking at your face, as if he weren’t sure if he heard you correctly.

You push up your tight dress and at that moment he snaps out of it and rushes to help you, taking off your panties for you. 

He doesn’t waste a second to kiss up your thighs, nuzzling into them and licking and sucking, leaving little marks on your skin. 

“You’re so beaut- ahhh!” you interrupt him by grabbing his hair. You pull him away from you and look into his eyes. 

“I said no talking,” you frown and push his head to your pussy. At least now he gets the hint and starts licking you, collecting all your wetness on his tongue and savoring your taste. 

You’ve already been so wound up from the adrenaline and also the fact that you’re in a public restroom, you know you’re not gonna last very long, so you close your eyes and enjoy how his tongue flicks quickly over your clit, getting you close at a rapid pace. After a little while, he must be getting tired, but he’s not stopping, only sometimes switching from using his tongue to sucking gently. It makes you feel so warm and everything is wet and you’re already almost there.

Clearly, he’s trying to earn that second date. 

You look down and for a moment just enjoy the sight of Kevin eating pussy eagerly, not saying a word. He looks so pretty like that with hair mussed up, cheeks red, barely breathing as his face is pressed closely to your body. You can see the hints of glimmering wetness on the lower part of his face, obscured by your body.

“See? You can be good for me, maybe you’re worth keeping…” you sigh and he moans in reply, but you let that one slide. Seeing the movement of hand sneaking down to touch his cock, although only over the pants, but clearly rubbing and squeezing with the purpose of getting himself off, you finally come, holding his head at your pussy so he doesn't even think of stopping or slowing down. 

Your orgasm has barely stopped ringing in your ears when you notice him gasping as he comes inside his pants, his face buried in your crotch still. His hips are barely humping the air as he’s rubbing his cock through his orgasm, finally slumping down when he’s finished. 

You smile brightly at him, as he kneels, spent and sweaty and ruined in front of you. There is a stain spreading in front of his dark slacks that will be only barely concealed by the restaurant’s low light.

You grab him by his shirt again and get him to stand, which he does, almost in haze, still not over his own orgasm. You pull him closer and kiss him deeply, so that you can taste yourself in his mouth. 

“So, about that second date….”

[im-surviving-off-of-tea11]

orchestra aftg au: so back to the perfect court bc i just can’t seem to fit it together in my head well.

so far it’s composed of

1. riko on violin

2. kevin, also on violin. yes he’s a phenomenal trumpet player in this, but riko values him more as a violin player as that’s technically his best instrument

3. jean moreau on cello

4. neil on flute (ive decided that’s his instrument now for varieties sake) but where he typically works with kevin in pieces to provide the melody, riko has him as support on the perfect court. he’s pissy because neil was supposed to be a viola originally, but it’s too late for him to relearn the instrument and be of appropriate caliber in the time hes at evermore.

[aledethanlast]

Okay I know the Minyard Josten rivalry is a fun idea, hell I've written about it plenty. But like.

You cannot tell me that Andrew would waste the energy trying to aggravate Neil by saying dumb shit on TV when he can get twice the reaction with half the effort by antagonizing Kevin instead.

It's so easy! They haven't spoken in a month cause of life stuff and Andrew wants to check in but he's too lazy to text so he calls Kevin a doo doo head after a game and voila! Kevin calls three minutes later.

Neil is not here to be mean...per se. It's just that when you're used to getting everything you want from your besties by calling them little bitches and triple dog daring them, it's hard to kick the habit. It's like a chew toy, except the toys occasionally bite back. Enrichment in the enclosure.

And Kevin. Kevin knows what they're doing. He knows he's being played. But when there's exactly three people on the planet who can not only handle your caliber of assholishness but throw it back at you, and you're only married to one of them, you take what you can get. And sometimes that means tweeting the Andrew Minyard is Short blooper reel you've been compiling for six years.

[jtl-fics]

I would like math nerd pls 🙏

WIP Wednesday | Math Nerd AU Masterpost

Andrew had heard Kevin practicing his speech to Neil Josten. Heard Kevin talk about how Neil had reached the pinnacle of what he could achieve in high school on a team like the Dingos. He had even watched Kevin practice offering his right hand for Josten to accept. He'd had to listen to Kevin's endless workshopping of his speech that would convince Josten to join the Palmetto State Foxes.

Kevin had asked for constructive criticism multiple times from him, Aaron, and Nicky and the most any of them were willing to give him was that he should stop asking them. Kevin would stomp his foot and remind them that Seth was mediocre at best and Kevin would need someone of Neil Josten's caliber to perform properly on the Court for his return.

So Andrew could admit that it was pretty funny to watch the nights of “Give me your game and I’ll make you Court.” become absolutely futile.

“Neil Josten, we’re here to offer you a position as #10 Striker with the Palmetto State Foxes.” Wymack offers just like the other coaches who had gotten in before they had.

“Sounds good. I’ve always liked orange.” Josten says with a shrug.

Andrew can’t help the swift bark of laughter that comes out of him at the anti-climax of it all.

[moondal514]

📖!!!

Hi aerie! I’m gonna assume you want one of my aftg fic ideas.

So I have this idea for a Trojan!Andrew au (that I’m never going to write because I think I might get hives if I ever write anything positive about USC 😂).

The background of this au is Andrew is able to successfully hide Aaron’s letter to him and write to him to fuck off, so none of the Spears ever find out about Aaron’s existence and Andrew’s plan to wait until Drake is enlisted goes through and he is officially adopted by the Spears. Andrew picks up exy because it keeps him out of the house as much as possible, which is especially vital for him for when Drake comes to visit during his breaks.

Meanwhile in South Carolina, Tilda dies of a drug overdose while Aaron is in high school and Nicky comes from Germany to take care of him. Erik’s job conveniently has a branch in South Carolina so he is able to follow Nicky to the US and help him out with Aaron. Namely Erik is able to help Aaron get off drugs. So Aaron is able to get his shit together and he gets recruited to the Foxes (Nicky will not be a Fox in this au cuz Wymack doesn’t need to bribe Aaron to join the team).

Back to Andrew, he gets recruitment offers from all over, including the Foxes, the Ravens, and the Trojans. Like canon, Kevin and Riko come to personally recruit him, and Andrew of course tells them both to fuck off. However, Kevin and Riko aren’t the only people that come to personally recruit Andrew. Jeremy comes to recruit Andrew too and, because I have a strong belief in a Jeremy-Andrew brotp, they hit it off and Andrew decides to go to USC (when Kevin hears this news, he’s like “fair enough” cuz he can’t begrudge a player of Andrew’s caliber playing in his favorite team)

So come the start of the season, Aaron gets the surprise of his life when he sees his own face on the Trojans in Exy Today (or whatever that magazine Neil loves is called) and is honestly kinda pissed about it, especially when he reads about how one of the colleges Andrew turned down was PSU. Some 1st chance Aaron gets (so after the Foxes get knocked out of the competition), he moreorless flies to California to go yell at Andrew and Andrew basically shuts the door on his face. Aaron is stubborn though, so he keeps trying to talk to Andrew and this somehow involves him visiting Andrew at the same time as Cass and Cass invites Aaron over to dinner with her, Richard Spear, and Andrew.

So Aaron goes to dinner but notices that something about the Spear family is off and he’s not sure what. Somehow this all leads to Aaron eventually figuring out what’s happened to Andrew in the Spear household, specifically what Drake has done to Andrew and that Cass has known about it all this time and not done anything about it. Aaron confronts Cass about it and somehow it turns into an altercation where Aaron accidentally kills Cass.

Uh not really sure where this au would go after that but I imagine there would be a big falling out and lots of drama. Prob a trial and shit, idk. And then there would still be all the Riko and mafia-related drama that comes with Kevin and Neil and at some point Jean would join the Trojans too, but my dislike of USC aside, this concept is just too long for me to ever consider writing it

Really the best part about this au is just how Andrew going to USC allows me to enjoy the dichotomy of Andrew looking like a stereotypical USC student (white, blonde, athletic, Californian) but having the completely opposite personality of one. Imagining Andrew surrounded by that many peppy extroverted people sends me

Send me a “📓” emoji and I’ll tell you about a fic idea I have that I’ll never write

[pucktoxicity]

https://www.tumblr.com/pucktoxicity/759056822999171072/httpswwwtumblrcompucktoxicity759017398395404

gonna push back a bit, respectfully, of course…

For Toffoli the writing was on the wall…

It came out that he and the Devils couldn’t come to an agreement on term and as soon as that was known I think it was pretty clear that he wasn’t gonna stay because he was gonna walk at the end of the season anyway, Fitzgerald needed to make sure he wasn’t walking away for nothing and so the trade happened.

Same with Marino unfortunately…

As soon as the Devils were all but confirmed to get not only Pesce but also Dillon and the Kovacevic signing, Marino’s time was up. There just wasn’t any room for him with all those additions. Plus, with Markstrom as the new goalie you needed to build a D core to defend shots that he can’t save and that’s where Marino’s statistical weakness is.

And finally with Holtz…

They’ve been trying to trade Holtz since the Timo Meier trade last season. Holtz was part of that package but the Sharks wanted Fabian Zetterlund and Holtz was also included in the original packages for Markstrom but again Flames wanted Bahl more. So if you’ve been trying to trade someone for over a year…the trade is sadly not a surprise.

I say all this to mean none of that background or writing on the wall exists for Dawson Mercer.

Devils GM has been very vocal about Mercer not being on the trade block. Nashville came asking for him and Fitzgerald said no. He said he won’t include Mercer in any deals.

Plus we don’t have a log jam of forwards like we did with defenseman.

And he pretty definitively said he was done with moves for the off season.

We also have to remember Dawson Mercer’s agent is also the agent of like seventy other hockey players including Matty Beniers so this man is doing negotiations for several unsigned players at once so it may be just a there’s a lot of work to do rather than the numbers or terms being far apart.

I hope we get the announcement soon that he’s signing and we can all stop being anxious!

I hope my response wasn’t rude please let me know if it is I just wanted to provide some context as to why those trades happened and why the Mercer situation is nothing like that.

omfg please you can push back all you want!! that’s why we’re here!! i don’t mind at all, and i love having discussions about trades, player moves, contracts, etc. because it’s interesting to see what other perspectives are out there.

i’m really intrigued that toffoli was expected to go, because i actually was unaware that an agreement couldn’t be reached. all i’d heard was that it was “unexpected,” and i thought that meant he was surprised by the trade, not that it could’ve meant it was unexpected that an agreement couldn’t be reached w someone of his caliber/veteran presence in the league. looking back at it, the latter makes more sense than what i was hearing, so you just cleared a lot up for me! 😌 and on holtz… i know he was going. i thought even before/leading up to the trade deadline, he was gonna go before then, but i just hoped that maybe if he’d somehow reached an agreement in the offseason or something happened, or fitz and the team believed things could change with a new coaching staff, etc., but you’re right. they were trying to get rid of him for a long time, and i think because i’d interacted with him so much & gotten to know him as a person and an athlete, i was in major denial lol. i was like no way they’re getting rid of him 🙂‍↔️ things could turn around, but it was loudly obvious he was gonna be leaving, just a matter of when. (same with john, i think after the trade deadline was when people said he’s a good player, but not what we need, and as soon as free agency started, it was inevitable, especially with how large john’s contract was)

okay you brought up kevin and that was an interesting (not shocking, but shocking in that he got us markstrom) trade, so i have to ask you: did you think he’d be in the deal for markstrom? or did you think come free agency we’d use him as a trade bargaining chip for someone else we needed come this season, and someone else would’ve been used for markstrom? i did not expect us getting rid of him for markstrom but definitely welcomed it, because now we have better d-lines. kev was the nicest guy, and a huge guy, but not the strong defense we needed for sure.

and YEAH. i need a mercer announcement soon, but i know that pat brisson is BUSYYYYY right now lmfao, i could not handle his job!!

i’m having fun, please give me more trade and contract analyses of our team because it’s nice to see it from such a technical, straightforward perspective and not the perspectives of reporters or fans or whoever who might have bias. very refreshing, 10/10, no notes. let’s do this again please 😌

[chaos-vulpix]

Legacyverse: Kai - Heart of Wildfire

Y'know, it's been a hot minute since we had a Kai playlist.

Let's fix that with some fiery beats, shall we?

All Night - BTS & Juice WRLD | BTS World

Burn - Ellie Goulding

Dirty Little Secret - The All-American Rejects

Dynamite - Taio Cruz

Filter - Jimin | BTS

Get Ugly - Jason Derulo

Get Up (vs. Aspidochelone) - MADKID | Dragalia Lost (Scars of the Syndicate)

Giants - V O E

I Am Falling For You - Loving Caliber

I May Fall - Jeff Williams ft. Casey Lee Williams | RWBY (Vol. 1 OST)

Immortals - Fall Out Boy | Big Hero 6

Leila - Cheb Salama | Just Dance 2017

Let It Rock - Kevin Rudolf ft. Lil Wayne

Moves Like Jagger - Maroon 5 ft. Christina Aguilera

My First Kiss - 3OH!3 ft. Kesha

Now and Later - Sage the Gemini

Pretty Please - Dua Lipa

Seven (Summer Mix) - Jungkook ft. Latto

This Fire - Franz Ferdinand

Witch - Burn The Ballroom

[coloursflyaway]

Hiii matee 🥰

Yea 100% it makes that feeling all the more uplifting! It's easier as well when you're inspired and your passion is ignited. Same here agree with the Hobbit and the after effects of it leaving a bad taste in my mouth 😔 I guess the trilogy just left us with such high expectations because of the impressive caliber they had achieved with it.

Huh I had no idea you wrote for Good omens as well 😆 Hahaa yup it is starting to sound like a Neil Gaiman thing!

Welllll honestly I was just flicking channels, I was bored, stuck on the couch (was pretty sick) and had nothing better to do. But it was that exact moment KO's entrance music hit, it sounded like something I wouldn't normally go for, but at that point in time it sounded like one of the coolest things I had heard in a while. So I stayed to watch.

After he walked out, Sami came out next, and the contrast of their sounds intrigued me. Like, how are these two together rn, it just didn't make sense, it looked like it shouldn't work, but obviously it did, and I wanted to know more. So I kept watching.

I think I started to like Sami almost immediately and soon after Kevin joined him. Then it was zowens, that was another aspect to them, that had me so intrigued. There was this spark with them. Their chemistry was just so easy and free and wonderful, clearly there was a connection, they were just so comfortable. They seemed so different from each other yet fit just so perfect together (not even in a shipping sense but in a connection with another human being sense). So yea that was the very first moment that started this whole whirlwind of wrestling again.

A little later the whole Bloodline saga playlist popped up on one of my feeds and so I watched that as well. That's when I became even more of a Sami fan and that's when 'Samijey' pulled me in too. So after both those instances I thought I'd give wwe a try again. Especially if they were able to weave in these alluring and intricate stories into the wrestling of it all.

Anywayy geeez that was a long winded answer 😂 How did you first start watching wrestling?? 🥰

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Speaking of the Hobbit, my sister sent me some news about there being yet another LotR movie and we immediately started groaning about it 😅 The original trilogy was perfect, no need to mess with that!

I wrote a ton for Good Omens, I got proper obsessed with it 😂

That actually sounds kind of how I got into it as well! I was sick and there is this Austrian channel that has WWE on really late at night and I just kind of... stuck with it. And then ended up falling properly in love with it during the pandemic. Mostly AEW for me, because that was just starting out and it felt a bit like getting in at the ground level, and because I loved how raw everything they did was.

And I completely agree about KO and Sami 😭 there is just SOMETHING about them, it is insane. You can just feel how much they genuinely care for each other, no matter if they are feuding or friends, it's that spark that only comes from human connection and it is such a beautiful, beautiful thing to watch. I remember watching their old ROH stuff and literally gasping whenever basically anything happened 😂